unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.
most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.
whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?
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That's also why you have to wait. We might light the entire thing on fire while balls deep in one another and then what would we do?
(It's so ridiculous he has to laugh, but he does get up and go over to examine everything. Taking the knife he chopped the vegetables with earlier, he shears a bit of the meat off and pops it into his mouth with a thoughtful look.)
Hmm... I think it's just about ready.
(Fetching a pair of wooden bowls from their stowage, he spoons out some of the vegetable stew and slices a fair amount of meat into both bowls before coming back to the table with a wooden spoon in each.)
Here you go, my love.
(Setting Eliot's down in front of him, he leans in to kiss his forehead before sitting back at his seat.)
(He's left snickering into his wooden cup then, watching Seunwoo get them each a serving of food. It's not that he needs someone to take care of him, but it's nice to watch him anyway. He's become such a good house husband.
And the food smells amazing. He sighs as it's set in front of him, grinning happily at him when he was kissed.)
Thank you, baby.
(Then he's digging in, savoring the flavor. It's weird. It's nothing like he'd have had at home - tastes nothing like a roast on Earth. But it does taste good enough. And it's warm and hearty and it'll definitely fill his belly.)
(Eliot may no longer be the high king of Fillory, but he is the high king of Seunwoo's heart. He doesn't begin eating right away either, instead he leans his cheek against his hand and watches his better half go to town on the meal. It's always flattering how happy he is to eat the food he cooks and he really, really loves that. It's the biggest compliment he could be given.)
(He grins at him and continues to eat until he realizes that he's being watched. Eliot laughs then and gestures toward his bowl.)
Yes, baby. It's great. Please eat, I get shy when you watch me.
(He's teasing, but he does need his lover to eat a lot so he'll keep up his strength. He'd lost a little weight already, and Seunwoo was thin to begin with.)
(He decides with a laugh, just continuing to eat without thinking about it too much. He had an issue with the milk when he learned where the milk came from.)
We'll just eat it and think it's from a cow.
(He's watching across the table, too, smiling slightly with each bite. He's so smitten, and it's written on his face.)
Some of the stuff here is just weird. Really weird.
(Between bites of food, he ends up reaching out with his left hand to take Eliot's and give it a squeeze. He can't be apart from him for even a moment. Even to eat. He's hopeless.)
(he grins when Seunwoo reaches over and he's happy to lace their fingers, continuing to eat with his other hand. Those words make him sigh and he leans forward a bit.)
You're so adorable.
(There has to be something in the air. He's so smitten he can't even deal with it, just sitting across from their tiny table in their little shack.)
(He is pretty damn adorable though. And Eliot is too. Seunwoo just wants to wrap him up in everything warm and good and keep him safe from the world at large even though he's definitely more the protected than the protector these days. In this world where magic reigns and he has none, he must defer to Eliot.)
(Because what else would they do? The sun has set, no light. Nearly every night since they arrived they made due with amusing each other in those types of ways.)
That's exactly what I was thinking. A nice midsummer night, like the Shakespeare play. But without all the drama and partner swapping.
(Lifting Eliot's hand to his lips, he kisses it with devotion; his eyes even close as he does so.)
Alright. Let me get the bowls into the washing bin and you get the wine.
(He's suddenly missing running water again but he did draw a large amount of water from the stream for household needs so he can at least wash dishes. He's not a savage.)
(He smiles, eyes sparkling with delight. Clearly, he's enjoying himself.
He stands then, and grabs them another bottle of the good wine before wrapping an arm around Seunwoo's waist as he finishes up his dishes, barely letting him do so before he's pulling him outside and over to the hammock hanging between two trees.)
No funny business in the hammock. We'll tip over and die.
(Using a little of their stored water, he scrubs out the bowls as best he can so that their next meal isn't tainted by their mystery meat and vegetable dinner. Nobody wants that for breakfast. Once he's done he lets Eliot nearly drag him out to their little hideaway, laughing all the while. Now that they're out, he pulls his braids loose and lets his still slightly curly hair hang around his shoulders.)
Why are you telling me that? I can control myself!
(He laughs and carefully crawls into the hammock so he can pull Seunwoo into it with him. He reaches up and pushes his fingers through Seunwoo's hair, loving how nice it looks when he lets the braids out.)
I....hate myself.
(He laughs, turning towards his lover so he can gaze at him properly.)
You are everything. I adore you. I'm disgusted by myself.
(He joins Eliot without any protest, leaning back into him so that they're lying side-by-side but also slightly on top of one another. Turning his head upwards just a bit, he smiles at him in the twilight and glow of the fireflies that are flitting about them.)
No you don't. You love me. And I love you. We're disgusting and gross and every single minute of it is wonderful. We'll be nasty together. It's okay. I won't tell anybody.
(Pressing a finger softly to Eliot's lips, he shakes his head.)
I don't know what hurt you in the past. Or who. But I'm not them and you can trust me. I'm not ever going to leave your side. That's a promise and I swear on my dick that I mean it.
(Way to ruin a really charming, touching moment Seunwoo. But it's one of his most valuable possessions, so it just is his way of showing how important Eliot is to him.)
(He asks, not wanting his reputation to be tainted by the fact that he's so gross when he allows himself to be.
As Seunwoo speaks, Eliot's gaze softens and then he looks past his lover, off into the distance to try and not think of any pain that might be in his past. Not in his childhood or adulthood, in Fillory or on Earth. Nope. Not right now, not ruining this night.)
Thank you. For swearing on your dick. That's really...thoughtful.
(He's laughing as he looks back at Seunwoo and leans in to press a kiss to his forehead.)
I couldn't think of anything more valuable than you so I went to the next most valuable thing.
(He's smiling apologetically for it but it was just the first thing that popped into his head. Even if he is in move, he's still Seunwoo at the end of the day. Eliot's far off gaze while he spoke wasn't missed either, and he gathers him up in his arms with a happy sigh.)
This is just perfect.
(The night surrounds them, the only light the glow of the lightning bugs, the gleam of the stars, and the faint light of the moon. The songs the crickets sing are peaceful, lulling him into a quiet state of contentment here in his beloved's arms.)
(He holds onto Seunwoo tightly, sighing happily as he does so. It feels so good. It's something he hasn't experienced in a long time - a calm, romantic moment. It's incredible.
And Seunwoo keeps smiling, which makes it better.)
I can't help it. It's your fault that I feel fuzzy and warm inside like that.
(He's almost looking a bit shy at being called out for sweetness, a barely visible blush rising in his cheeks. It's hard to discern in the twilight but Eliot might be able to notice it.)
(But he's not sorry at all. He smiles and snuggles into Seunwoo's body so he can just relax. Be comfortable and a little vulnerable. It's perfect.
He exhales as he relaxes, letting his eyes close for a little while so he can just focus on the sounds of the night around them, the warm breeze, the scent of Seunwoo's hair.)
(Chuckling, he leans back into the hanging hammock and stares up into the endless sky, one arm tightly woven around Eliot's body and the other reaching up to tease into his hair. It's just a quiet stillness, a tranquility he hasn't felt before in his life.)
(He's smiling still. He reaches for Seunwoo's free hand to cover it with his own and lace their fingers together. The stars are foreign in a way, strange. They're not like back on Earth. More active, a shooting star here and there, twinkling away like they do in animated movies. It's a beautiful moment that has him entirely relaxed, warm and comfortable. He's not thinking about anything, not worrying, not waiting to defend himself. It's really nice.)
You can keep your secrets. I have your love. I want for nothing.
(That's all he really needs. Except maybe running water.)
What do you see up there, El?
(Following his beloved's gaze up to the sky, he traces a pattern with his other hand. The other hand is tightly interlaced with Eliot's fingers, unwilling to let go.)
I see a constellation here. See? It looks like a horse galloping.
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(It's so ridiculous he has to laugh, but he does get up and go over to examine everything. Taking the knife he chopped the vegetables with earlier, he shears a bit of the meat off and pops it into his mouth with a thoughtful look.)
Hmm... I think it's just about ready.
(Fetching a pair of wooden bowls from their stowage, he spoons out some of the vegetable stew and slices a fair amount of meat into both bowls before coming back to the table with a wooden spoon in each.)
Here you go, my love.
(Setting Eliot's down in front of him, he leans in to kiss his forehead before sitting back at his seat.)
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And the food smells amazing. He sighs as it's set in front of him, grinning happily at him when he was kissed.)
Thank you, baby.
(Then he's digging in, savoring the flavor. It's weird. It's nothing like he'd have had at home - tastes nothing like a roast on Earth. But it does taste good enough. And it's warm and hearty and it'll definitely fill his belly.)
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(Eliot may no longer be the high king of Fillory, but he is the high king of Seunwoo's heart. He doesn't begin eating right away either, instead he leans his cheek against his hand and watches his better half go to town on the meal. It's always flattering how happy he is to eat the food he cooks and he really, really loves that. It's the biggest compliment he could be given.)
Is it good?
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Yes, baby. It's great. Please eat, I get shy when you watch me.
(He's teasing, but he does need his lover to eat a lot so he'll keep up his strength. He'd lost a little weight already, and Seunwoo was thin to begin with.)
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(Shaking his head to clear it he begins to eat though he doesn't take his eyes off Eliot while he does so.)
What kind of meat is this? It doesn't taste like anything I've ever had before.
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(He decides with a laugh, just continuing to eat without thinking about it too much. He had an issue with the milk when he learned where the milk came from.)
We'll just eat it and think it's from a cow.
(He's watching across the table, too, smiling slightly with each bite. He's so smitten, and it's written on his face.)
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(Between bites of food, he ends up reaching out with his left hand to take Eliot's and give it a squeeze. He can't be apart from him for even a moment. Even to eat. He's hopeless.)
Love you.
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You're so adorable.
(There has to be something in the air. He's so smitten he can't even deal with it, just sitting across from their tiny table in their little shack.)
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(He is pretty damn adorable though. And Eliot is too. Seunwoo just wants to wrap him up in everything warm and good and keep him safe from the world at large even though he's definitely more the protected than the protector these days. In this world where magic reigns and he has none, he must defer to Eliot.)
I want to kiss you a lot.
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(Because what else would they do? The sun has set, no light. Nearly every night since they arrived they made due with amusing each other in those types of ways.)
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(Disgusting couple things. How wonderful. He tightens his fingers in Eliot's and finishes the last few bites of his meal.)
I really don't care what we do as long as I'm with you.
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(Just thinking about makes him smile. He sighs happily as he finishes his meal and then looks to Seunwoo.)
Come on. Let's go out. I'll kiss you under the moon.
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(Lifting Eliot's hand to his lips, he kisses it with devotion; his eyes even close as he does so.)
Alright. Let me get the bowls into the washing bin and you get the wine.
(He's suddenly missing running water again but he did draw a large amount of water from the stream for household needs so he can at least wash dishes. He's not a savage.)
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(He smiles, eyes sparkling with delight. Clearly, he's enjoying himself.
He stands then, and grabs them another bottle of the good wine before wrapping an arm around Seunwoo's waist as he finishes up his dishes, barely letting him do so before he's pulling him outside and over to the hammock hanging between two trees.)
No funny business in the hammock. We'll tip over and die.
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(Using a little of their stored water, he scrubs out the bowls as best he can so that their next meal isn't tainted by their mystery meat and vegetable dinner. Nobody wants that for breakfast. Once he's done he lets Eliot nearly drag him out to their little hideaway, laughing all the while. Now that they're out, he pulls his braids loose and lets his still slightly curly hair hang around his shoulders.)
Why are you telling me that? I can control myself!
(Liar.)
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(He laughs and carefully crawls into the hammock so he can pull Seunwoo into it with him. He reaches up and pushes his fingers through Seunwoo's hair, loving how nice it looks when he lets the braids out.)
I....hate myself.
(He laughs, turning towards his lover so he can gaze at him properly.)
You are everything. I adore you. I'm disgusted by myself.
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No you don't. You love me. And I love you. We're disgusting and gross and every single minute of it is wonderful. We'll be nasty together. It's okay. I won't tell anybody.
(Pressing a finger softly to Eliot's lips, he shakes his head.)
I don't know what hurt you in the past. Or who. But I'm not them and you can trust me. I'm not ever going to leave your side. That's a promise and I swear on my dick that I mean it.
(Way to ruin a really charming, touching moment Seunwoo. But it's one of his most valuable possessions, so it just is his way of showing how important Eliot is to him.)
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(He asks, not wanting his reputation to be tainted by the fact that he's so gross when he allows himself to be.
As Seunwoo speaks, Eliot's gaze softens and then he looks past his lover, off into the distance to try and not think of any pain that might be in his past. Not in his childhood or adulthood, in Fillory or on Earth. Nope. Not right now, not ruining this night.)
Thank you. For swearing on your dick. That's really...thoughtful.
(He's laughing as he looks back at Seunwoo and leans in to press a kiss to his forehead.)
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(He's smiling apologetically for it but it was just the first thing that popped into his head. Even if he is in move, he's still Seunwoo at the end of the day. Eliot's far off gaze while he spoke wasn't missed either, and he gathers him up in his arms with a happy sigh.)
This is just perfect.
(The night surrounds them, the only light the glow of the lightning bugs, the gleam of the stars, and the faint light of the moon. The songs the crickets sing are peaceful, lulling him into a quiet state of contentment here in his beloved's arms.)
You're wonderful, El.
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(He holds onto Seunwoo tightly, sighing happily as he does so. It feels so good. It's something he hasn't experienced in a long time - a calm, romantic moment. It's incredible.
And Seunwoo keeps smiling, which makes it better.)
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(He's almost looking a bit shy at being called out for sweetness, a barely visible blush rising in his cheeks. It's hard to discern in the twilight but Eliot might be able to notice it.)
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(But he's not sorry at all. He smiles and snuggles into Seunwoo's body so he can just relax. Be comfortable and a little vulnerable. It's perfect.
He exhales as he relaxes, letting his eyes close for a little while so he can just focus on the sounds of the night around them, the warm breeze, the scent of Seunwoo's hair.)
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(Chuckling, he leans back into the hanging hammock and stares up into the endless sky, one arm tightly woven around Eliot's body and the other reaching up to tease into his hair. It's just a quiet stillness, a tranquility he hasn't felt before in his life.)
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(He's smiling still. He reaches for Seunwoo's free hand to cover it with his own and lace their fingers together. The stars are foreign in a way, strange. They're not like back on Earth. More active, a shooting star here and there, twinkling away like they do in animated movies. It's a beautiful moment that has him entirely relaxed, warm and comfortable. He's not thinking about anything, not worrying, not waiting to defend himself. It's really nice.)
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(That's all he really needs. Except maybe running water.)
What do you see up there, El?
(Following his beloved's gaze up to the sky, he traces a pattern with his other hand. The other hand is tightly interlaced with Eliot's fingers, unwilling to let go.)
I see a constellation here. See? It looks like a horse galloping.
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